The Mom Bod

What’s up everyone?! I’m going to be completely honest here. I feel like an elephant is sitting my chest and I can barely breath as I’m sitting here typing this. Did I do an exercise before this? NOPE. All I did was sit-up. Yep, I was in a laying position and now I am sitting up on my bed. Am I sick? NOPE. Just fat. HaHa. I do take my health seriously, I do. HOWEVER, I will down myself (which I’m working on) and crack jokes about myself. So for every joke/downing. I will be sure to post a compliment shortly afterwards.

*Back Story- As most of you’s know I had pre-eclampsia in both pregnancies. What you might not know is that my blood pressure went so high that it drew concern for everyone. I HAD to get an epidural just for the simple fact I needed my numbers to come down before it caused serious damage to Grayson or myself.

Pre-eclampsia also increases a heart attack in the next 5 years by 5%. If I start to make better choices for me today my future will benefit. My family has history of cardiovascular health issues so I am well aware of what can happen (if something does happen)*

I am NOT doing the whole resolution of, “I’m going to lose….. blah blah blah.” I fail within the first week usually. This year I’m just focusing on my self-confidence. That means if I have to act like FAT AMY to “feel” confident than that’s what’s going to happen.

If Dad’s can strut the “dad bod”, it’s time we embrace the “mom bod.” Listen, I birthed two beautiful healthy boys, and my vagina probably looks like the Lincoln Tunnel, but I’m okay with that. Seriously, if you saw my oldest son’s head at birth you would feel sorry for my poor vagina. Haha! I feel like my thighs are my own cheering squad every time I get up to walk. My boobs sag so low and off center from all the breastfeeding I feel like most days I can’t figure out if it’s my muffin top sitting on my hips or I need to tighten my straps. Don’t even get me started on the lovely permanent art job my sons did to my stomach from the inside AKA stretch marks. If you popped out 2 kids and don’t have a single stretch mark – I HATE YOU! joking (i think)…. No seriously! I was not blessed with the genes of being able to get my skin to stretch and come back with nothing on it.

I don’t care you birthed through the vagina, c-section, breastfeed, formula feed, stretch mark, non-stretch mark, bed-rest, non bed rest — doesn’t make you more or less of a MaMa. Now, look at your husband and just be in awe. That lucky S.O.B. didn’t have to do any of that, and is considered “attracted.” Like, seriously, what the f… did he do? A 3 second job and we carried for 9 months. Mom’s need to stop being mean to other Mom’s. Everyone has a different Mom bod, but it’s just as beautiful as the next one.

I love my “Mom Bod”. However, I want to be able to do more with my kids and be a role model for what healthy should look like. It’s not the number on the scale for me anymore. It’s the fact that I will be able to run on the playground and get on the floor with them without having assistance to get up. I’m going to have my kids be my cardio. Make it a little bit more fun.

It does help that I’m going from sea level ( Long Island, NY ) to Salt Lake City, Utah ( 4,226 above ) for the Young Living Convention in June. All this extra body weight moving around and slightly asthmatic is not a good thing. T- MINUS : 249 until I’m beside one of my closest friends as a bridesmaid on her wedding day. Planning a Disney World trip in the late fall. We easily walk 14-15 miles a day.

I will NOT be a size 0 and my boobs will sag, but I will have fun getting my true Mom Bod.

Do you have a beautiful “Mom Bod” or can your bod use an improvement? I want to hear from you!

Theresa Rose

 

 

Body Shaming: Skinny to Morbid…

I have been from one extreme to the other, much unhealthier, side of the scale. I’ve been called gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, pig in a pen, chuck-a-shuffle master, heifer, and much more.

Since I was a kid I had body dis-morphia. When I would be my healthiest I thought I was extremely overweight, and now that I am, unfortunately , considered morbidly obese I feel it, but don’t see it all the time.

10458554_10204723818200397_4857389424109423006_nIt’s the same old story that you hear from most people that are morbidly obese. I blamed myself for something; my parents divorce. Soon became, very much an emotional eater. Didn’t realize I stacked on the pounds. When I realized the pounds my life became the famous Yo-Yo Diets; Aktins, Dukin, Powell, Nutrisystem, Isagenix, South Beach, DASH, food for your blood type, the list goes on… If it has a name to it I probably have a book or research on it.

I found that after coming off of them I gained all the weight right back. It wasn’t that I went back to eating horrible, but the weight came back just as fast. Which in return, if I gained back ten pounds it turned into fifteen pounds which I would turn to food to comfort. All that hard work for nothing. Down the drain it went.

Anorexia? Had it. Bulimia?  That too. Still to this day when I’m sick and puking it makes me go back to this dark place.

I weighed 120 pounds at 5’8″ tall-average. I was considered underweight in the picture above.

Now, four months ago I gave birth to another son, named Grayson. I am now officially the heaviest I have ever been in my life. This isn’t who I’m suppose to be. I’m not suppose to be the Mommy that doesn’t go out and play with her kids on the playground, because she’s afraid another kid will say something mean about me to child. They deserve the best of me. Someone who shows they love themselves; just as much as I love them.

My college friend, Stephanie, posted that she was interested in going to the Disney Princess Half Marathon. You have to complete each mile within 16 minutes. Being completely out of shape, and already going next year to Disney World. I decided that will be my goal for 2019. That gives me seventeen months to get to my goal weight. Plus, I used to run, but I don’t think I would come near 16 minute miles; let alone 13.1 times doing it. I know a lot of people do the run/walk method for it, but my goal is to run the whole time. Unless, I’m taking awesome pictures of Cinderella’s Castle or Disney princesses.

This is my journey. It will be long, tears, lots of sweat, blood, blisters, freezing cold, hot and humid, but I will get through it. My boys deserve the best of me, and having to be on bed rest the beginning of the year due to complications in my pregnancy. My legs could use a good stretch. So it’s time to charge up the FitBit and be held accountable for what I do and what goes into my mouth.

Will you join me? Comment below- what helps you stay motivated? If you want to join in on losing weight for good? Don’t forget to follow me!

 -Theresa Rose